Sickle-cell anaemia
Dec. 9th, 2002 11:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ravenMy mother and I just had a long, involved conversation about sickle-cell anaemia. What wonderful lives we do lead between us, to be sure. Neither of us are anaemic, though I have been in the past, and neither of us have malaria, though we both have in the past, so there goes that. It's all oddness. I now know more about this one bloody disease than I do about any other in the pharmacology.
She went shopping this afternoon, my mother did. Came home with a lot - a lot! - of stuff. She claims everything she bought was for £1. Odd as it may seem, I believe her. She's a terrible Scrooge, normally - almost as bad as me. Anyway, I now own a few more clothes than I did yesterday - the best one is a black, cotton top with one of those necklines with the tie-up-thingits, and it has very flared sleeves. It looks a hell of a lot like something of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
snowdrop24's, now I come to think of it.
Anyway. All this shopping made me think of my own Christmas present list, which I was making this morning.
In India, I will make a few lists and give them to Mashi and my mother, who can then go shopping for me:
So, people:
Hannah -purplerainbow
Clare -![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-syndicated.gif)
osiris13
Emily -snowdrop24
Enid -eniddy
Becca -chanandlerbong
Megan -megegan
and maybe, possibly, Bev. I hadn't decided about her yet.
Oh, yes - Yusra. I keep forgetting her, and I want to buy her a present. Might get little things for Helena and Emma (_vertigo), too.
Shouldn't be particularly painful. They are all getting prettiness, in the shape of scarves and dupattas and swathes of shining material and jewellery and bangles and all the stuff every good little Indian girl has. I'm not being sarcastic - everything is truly beautiful.
I may even get some payal for myself. I adore them, but I've outgrown them. Nevermind, for a couple of weeks, I can be five years old and barefoot again.
She went shopping this afternoon, my mother did. Came home with a lot - a lot! - of stuff. She claims everything she bought was for £1. Odd as it may seem, I believe her. She's a terrible Scrooge, normally - almost as bad as me. Anyway, I now own a few more clothes than I did yesterday - the best one is a black, cotton top with one of those necklines with the tie-up-thingits, and it has very flared sleeves. It looks a hell of a lot like something of
snowdrop24's, now I come to think of it. Anyway. All this shopping made me think of my own Christmas present list, which I was making this morning.
In India, I will make a few lists and give them to Mashi and my mother, who can then go shopping for me:
So, people:
Hannah -
purplerainbowClare -
osiris13Emily -
snowdrop24Enid -
eniddyBecca -
chanandlerbongMegan -
megeganand maybe, possibly, Bev. I hadn't decided about her yet.
Oh, yes - Yusra. I keep forgetting her, and I want to buy her a present. Might get little things for Helena and Emma (
_vertigo), too.Shouldn't be particularly painful. They are all getting prettiness, in the shape of scarves and dupattas and swathes of shining material and jewellery and bangles and all the stuff every good little Indian girl has. I'm not being sarcastic - everything is truly beautiful.
I may even get some payal for myself. I adore them, but I've outgrown them. Nevermind, for a couple of weeks, I can be five years old and barefoot again.
